Chapter 643

Meng Qing came out and took out a heavy black notebook and an album.

He Mou color complex looking at night Wan Wan, two things handed to her in front of.

Night wanwan Leng Leng Leng, slant eyes to see to him.

Meng Qing looks at night Wan Wan with sadness in his eyes.

Night wanwan felt his whole body overflow of sadness, inexplicably a feeling of drowning.

She only felt the other party's eyes, as if through her own, looking at another person, her mind moved, reaching out to take the things in his hand.

Meng Qing took the corner of his mouth and gave him a smile that was worse than crying. He bent down and picked up the little guy. He turned and walked to the other corner of the sofa and sat down.

For a moment, the house fell into silence. Apart from the children's ignorant "ah ah" voice, no one else could be heard.

Sunlight fell through the glass.

Night wanwan curled up with his fingers, sat cross legged on the ground, and looked over what Meng Qing had given him.

She went through the album first.

The people on the first few pages of the photos are no different from the ones Yan Bai showed her. They are a little more green. But when she looked back, an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly leapt in her heart.

She couldn't help thinking more. When a completely similar picture appeared, her mind was shocked, and her face changed suddenly, as if a stick had been knocked on the back of her head.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Meng Qing coldly.

"What's going on?"

He looked at the picture again.

"I don't know. The photos were sent back in the fifth month after death. We have a one-sided relationship with that person, and we don't know why. "

Five years.

Night wanwan calculated the time. It was also in this year that master asked himself to draw the soul map.

It took her nearly three years to draw the soul. In those three years, she seldom went to school except for practice.

Night wanwan thoughts flow, can not think of the reason for a moment, heart a little bit sinking, face also tensed up.

Yan lie approached, squatted down beside her, glanced at the photo, stretched out his hand and pinched her palm gently: "don't panic, slowly check."

night's face as like as two peas, and looking down, looking down, the more the picture is, the more it looks like. When I saw it at 2/3, that face was completely changed. It was almost the same as her.

yes, as like as two peas, a face that looks exactly like the night. The photo in the hand, like a person's cosmetic diary, clearly records the process of one person becoming another.

Night Wan Wan Wan also understood why Meng Qing was frightened when she first met her. She had the same reaction.

The picture in the photo album is exactly what she looked like before she fell into the nether world, and it came to an abrupt end.

It lasted more than 20 years. According to Meng Qing, six years ago, there were no more photos sent.

Night Wan Wan ponders, did not notice the body nearby person becomes taboo to touch the eye light.

A little bit.

Night Wan Wan closed the album in silence and opened another book.

In the first half of the period, the time of all express delivery was recorded, and the end of the time was also six years ago. At the back, it was probably some messy notes written by the owner of the notebook.

She read carefully and read some different things from it. Her eyes flashed and she closed the book silently.

"Can I take this with me?"

Meng Qing Leng for a second, busy nod, "can."

With the sound falling, the room fell into silence, and the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.

"I can ask..."

At the same time, it makes people tremble.

Meng Qing's heart suddenly shrank, inexplicably a feeling of drowning. I don't know what the other party is going to ask, but I feel uneasy. I always feel that there is something to be broken by.

"How did your father die?"

Meng Qing was stunned. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at her for a moment. His brain was like being eaten by someone. It was a blank.

Night Wan Wan looks at it quietly and patiently waits for the other party to come back.

For a long time.

Meng Qing's shoulder collapsed, his face turned white again, and his lips wriggled. He said, "traffic accident."

Car accident?

It's an accident.

Night Wan Wan eyebrows slightly invisible jump lightly.

"How was your father before he died?"

"In good health. I don't even have a minor illness or pain. That day, as usual, was the day of express delivery. I don't know what the express was. But after the father took it back, the whole person's mental state was a lot worse. He was in a trance and lost his soul. In the evening, he told me that he had something to go out with. At that time, his expression on his face was very bad. I had the intention to ask a few more questions, but I was blocked by his saying "nothing is wrong". Not long after he went out, a neighbor came to inform me that he had an accident. He was seriously injured and died on the way to the hospital"Nothing left?"

"Nothing." Meng Qing's eyes flashed a little water vapor and raised his finger to the book in night Wan Wan Wan's hand: "these things are also found when I collect the relics. I haven't seen any pictures in it before

At that time, he thought it was his father's collection. He didn't take a close look at it. He thought that there were two people in front of and behind the photos in the album. When all the dust settled down, he took a closer look and suddenly found that the album turned out to be a face changing story.

He was startled. I thought that there would be some clues on the notebook, but, in his opinion, in addition to the express time, the others were just gibberish and could not understand at all. There are also some patterns like ghost symbols, which make him dizzy. Even after staring at them for a long time, he will feel uncomfortable, as if something is corroding his body.

"Do you see anything in it?"

He hesitated for a moment, or opened his mouth to say what he had found before.

Night Wan Wan shook his head, saying that he did not know.

She didn't intend to expose people to follow-up. From Meng Qing's words, she had judged that Meng Qing knew nothing about these things.

Meng Qing had no clue. Night wanwan made a little meditation. With Yan lie's hand, he stood up and said thanks to the other party. He said goodbye.

Meng Qing is a Leng: "to go?"

Night Wan Wan nodded, "there is something else, then do not disturb."

Meng Qing's mouth moved and his mind was full of thoughts. He always wanted to ask a little more. He had too many problems in his throat, but his brain was in a mess. He didn't know how to speak. Before he had sorted out his words, he had already got up and left.

He looked at his back, some anxious "ah" two.

Night Wan Wan heard the sound, stopped and looked back at the anxiety and panic on his face. When his mind turned, he finally opened his mouth and gave him a word.

"You forget these things. In the future, be an ordinary person and live a good life. "

Yinluo, waiting for the other party's reaction, she cleanly turned around and left with her father and son.

Meng Qing only felt that he was hit by a stick in the back of his head, and his brain was blank. If you look back, you will see nothing else.

The bottom of his heart is a void. He reaches out and grabs it, then unfolds, and it is empty.

"Grandfather

The sound of milk, a pull back to his nerves.

When he looked down, he saw his grandson holding his leg, his soft body leaning against his leg, his mouth purring, and he looked at himself.

"Dangdang is hungry."

Meng Qing's restless and restless heart was soothed in a flash. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up. He bent down to pick up and hold him: "grandfather's dangdangdang is hungry. I'm sorry. My grandfather is going to make food for you now."

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Yewanwan walks out of the unit door and turns around the community again. She pulls out several silver nails from the four corners of the East, West, North and south. The nail is engraved with cloud pattern, but it is opposite to the direction of the cloud nail used by her. The cloud nail will change color and rust at the moment when it is unearthed and has no effect.

Night wanwan still took the handkerchief and put it away.

Think of it, this is what Yan Bai set up when he broke in.

She carefully observed how these things had been nailed here for at least five years. How did they trigger the illusion when Yan Bai appeared? Can't we say there's a switch, or a special blood trigger?

It's not realistic.

Yewanwan admitted that she could not do it in her heyday.

After getting on the bus to leave, she handed the notebook to Yan Bai to let the other party see if they could see something different from those ghost symbols behind.

When he saw the ghost amulet, he took out a pen and paper according to his habit and drew all the things he could not understand.

There are not many patterns, but the more he draws, the more comfortable he feels.

When the last stroke falls, the paper is filled, and some patterns overlap, just like the same pattern.

Yan Bai turned to take a close look, and suddenly saw a place, the light in his brain flashed, and he could not help but cry out.

"Mom, this is the soul map you drew!"

Night Wan Wan looks back, gave him a childlike look.

Yes, at that time, I found this point and I was depressed.

The soul map is different from other paintings. It is more like a magic instrument. Based on people, there are 1000 people, and the soul map has a thousand shapes.

She did not know why Mr. Meng, who had passed away, copied his own paintings. If a person with accomplishments does this, if he is careless, he will hurt his meridians, and he is likely to be possessed by the devil and go crazy.

Fortunately, the man was a wise man and took the painting apart.

Yan Bai looked at her eyes and thought about it for a while. He said, "maybe he wants to take it apart to see how it is painted, and then start to draw one?"

Night Wan Wan shook his head.

From some details, she was sure that Mr. Meng must be a fellow scholar, even his own master. He had a lot of origins. I don't know why. At least, as a child, she had never seen or heard of him.She thought that Mr. Meng might have changed his surname.

How can such a person not know the meaning of the soul map? Arbitrary dismantling, but there is no place to connect, is to be inevitably painted back. How could such a wise man want to copy his own paintings?

No one can tell the significance of his doing so.

They can only judge by some conjecture.

"What's written on it is also very strange. It's like a diary. When there's no time to look up, it's more like some essays. "

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